_Asteraceae_

How does it feel like to have random people have crushes on you?

cute_savage

@_Asteraceae_ BRO IF UR THEIR FRND THEN ITS WEIRD ASF T-T
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Dedi_YT

@_Asteraceae_ that wouldn't happen in my dreams too :)
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-MissElle

@_Asteraceae_ | 
          	  
          	  Online feels like immaturely and overall lack of inexperience from their side while in person it's understandable if we know each other and have a good bond.
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th august 2025, monday ] 
          
          "green and gold, bumblebees and blooms, notorious affairs of the innocent homes; half of wounds are entombed in windy trails, while the remaining lie maimed in terraces aged. 
          
          eye and a wisdom tooth, bear and tear, wavelets of death caressing the feeble veil; garbled silences in pictures hung, hung were the joys of the crusted youth. keepsakes assignable, september — a bright shy; one step of risk, one step of ice. 
          
          cliffs and cuts that swallow the shore, earth is an art with its slinky tides and falling feathers; rhythm and rhyme mold the blood, like granules of sand that recognise a home in your skin. 
          
           liquor and tea, a prison and a poison; every scream becomes a rotten whisper. quite a wonder, the heart one carries with pride, the same which injures the soul — punished with suffocation behind clasping ribs, where it beats and beats, severing its rest."
           #adropofhumanity

greentaekookie06

Hey  TT are you here anymore?!?! TT are you from Bangladesh??TT.... I wanna talk TT....

greentaekookie06

@greentaekookie06 oh... It's just that I found out that You are from Bangladesh which I'm from too... So I wanted to talk about tk hehe.. XD... Nothing else.. i wanted to talk about tk with someone from my country and just so like me... And I found some of you here but you all aren't here anymore T T...Am I the only one left?  Who is still obsessed with tk?  From my counrty? T T..
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_Asteraceae_

@greentaekookie06 Heyy there! I'm not active here, I just sometimes visit randomly hehe
            And yeah I'm from Bangladesh, what did you want to talk about?
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cute_savage

Heyy carrot! Remember me? opened wp after years lmao and I found ya.. seems like you're inactive asw

cute_savage

@_Asteraceae_ _ omgg like its meant to be right? lmao.. Hows life going on? wyd rn- uni/school?
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_Asteraceae_

@cute_savage Heyyyy sissyyy.... How can I forget you? Surprisingly, I opened wp today after ages too haha..
            Good to see your message so recently<3 lots of love!
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cute_savage

we all do grow outta the phase
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